Telling Lies, loving you

At that moment, she doubted whether she was adopted by Olivia or not.

How could she support her own daughter to feed other men? What the hell was going on? Or, Scott was so charming that Olivia thought it was her daughter's fortune to do so.

If it wasn't in danger, Michelle would have let go and run away without looking back.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Michelle had to put down Scott temporarily, and then went to get her phone.

"Someone is sick at home. Maybe..." It was from Walter. After hesitating for a while, Michelle answered the phone.

But before she could finish her words, Walter took it and said, "Is it okay?"

"Yes, just a fever." She looked up at the man lying on her bed.

After a morning, the fever had been gone. At noon, when Michelle went out from the kitchen to cook lunch, she saw Scott standing beside the table.

"How are you feeling? Do you feel better? "

She knew that getting sick was something that made her very uncomfortable, no matter for coldness or fever.

In the face of her concern, Scott's heart throbbed again. He looked at her, with his eyes full of love.

Embarrassed, Michelle turned her head away to avoid his fiery eyes.

"Let's eat."

Considering that Scott's hands were inconvenient, she pulled the chair closest to him.

"Where's aunt?" After they sat down, Scott found that there were only two sets of tableware on the table.

"My mother went back to her hometown." Michelle answered absentmindedly, without noticing the subtle change on Scott's face.

Since Olivia were not here, it were like two of them living in house?

In fact, Scott had already known that Olivia wanted to make a match of them. Now, Olivia did it on purpose.

In that case, it would be a waste of auntie's painstaking effort if he didn't treasure the time?

Poor Michelle was sold out by her mother.

After lunch, Michelle looked at Scott's hand and found that it was still red and swollen, which made her a little worried. She cleaned herself up and went out.

When she came back, she had a bottle of gold wounded medicine in her hand.

very effective. You can apply it to the wounded ankle for a week." The medicine was

all, she hadn't got married and there was always a man living in her house. If this matter was known

medicine for him and started to feel better. He wanted to kiss

of his strength. Looking at her ruddy lips, he began to

at

the sofa and she could feel his hot chest in front of her. She tried to push him away several times, but

cheek with his hand.

become the man's prey since her mother was not at home. For now, it was useless to hide.

could

saw Scott's face. She looked

her lips. She opened her eyes, stared at

her without a looser, as if he was

his kiss at all. She could have taken the opportunity to push him

I like him? ' At the moment, she hoped someone could come to her rescue, even

seemed to be sleeping,

say something, but when he saw her response, he felt like

and every

when she completely become mine will she belong to me forever, so that I don't need to worry about

trying hard to bear the discomfort from his body.

feel the changes in his body. She slightly moved her hand and tried to push

to stay

"Wyn..."

woman under him,

under a big tree in the campus. He leaned

she didn't refuse, Wyn deepened the kiss. A strong smell of tobacco entered her breath. Flustered, she slowly held his strong waist with her hand that fell beside

let go is not each other, but the past memories.

her at once and walked towards the bedroom without saying a word. He slammed the door so hard that Michelle could even

out of mind just

her clothes in a mess. She tidied up her

if she didn't need to look at herself in the mirror, she could feel that her face was

really like him. Was it just because they had experienced the

it couldn't

was because of the betrayal that she began to dislike love. But the more she wanted to stay away, the closer love

get hurt all

could even hear her heart beating so fast

go to the bathroom. While she sat on the sofa and

didn't know was that when Scott heard the sound in the living room, he was so angry that he

quilt and closed his eyes. Then he gradually fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already

to the window and opened the curtain. At this